a_fragment_torn_from_an_empty_book sabbie (with apologies to lovecraft) i fear that writing this may yet be my last action. i have been followed by something hideous for days now. i hear its breathing outside my window in the evening. i hear its many.footed tread circling, circling my house all night and see its footprints trampled down the grass in the cold light of day. it grows bigger every hour and it shed its skin again last night, then it crawled over my house, leaving slimy trails that ate away at the paint. i saw the the old skin in the predawn light. it is terrifing to look upon, cylopiean, tenticled and yet many legged like a spider. hairy and slimy and horrific beyond all i have experenced, the skin cracked and smoked and disolved in the cold and yellowed daylight. tonight, tonight i think it is finally comming for me. i have locked myself away in the attic but i have heard movement downstairs. the servants dissapeared days ago. i still cannot fathom if they left or were taken. i hear the main stairs groaning, as if some heavy weight demands of them. now comes a shattering as if the anquites themselves have died of fright. i hear it thudding down the hall, comming closer. i have an inkling of what monsterous entity it is. in some way i know i am responsible for it haunting me. closer! closer it comes! my time draws near! the thick oaken door shakes and bows on its hinges. it is coming to take me. ahh! it is through! its baleful eye devours me! its slathering tenticles reach for me, grab me by the legs and drags me across the floor! my gods! i cannot believe that this monsterous Suspense is killing me... 020103 what's it to you? who go blather from